Truths
Truths unfolding
I am feeling confused
I have a whole in my heart
Girl I got nothing to lose
You telling me some lies
Feels like your making me choose
I got to put a verse on it
Man I'm not with the abuse
I'm a little out of touch
The shorties talking romance
Song is getting out of pocket
Feels like it time for a dance
I'm a real money maker
Got the bread in the oven
If your talking easy bake
Den we might be workin something
No coughing when it's crunch time
These rhymes remind us of friends
I feel we put in the past
I pray it's not too late
Not trying to get an advance
If I'm singing something real
Then this maybe the last
Songs not over
So daddy don't give my gas.
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